Poetry

A boy told me if he roller-skated fast enough his loneliness couldn’t catch up to him,the best reason I ever heard for trying to be a champion.What I wonder tonight pedaling hard down King William Street is if it translates to bicycles.A victory! To leave your loneliness panting behind you on some street cornerwhile you float free into a cloud of sudden azaleas, pink petals that have never felt loneliness, no matter how slowly they fell.